Waiting to bloom

I went to a women's event last night at my church and the topic had to do with passion. Not that kind. She was saying that we all have longings for something, something to fill us with purpose and satisfaction. Something so deep and profound that no matter what we do to anesthetize it, or camouflage it, or deny it, the longing will eventually rear it's ugly head. And when it does, when we realize that nothing will fill that longing here on earth, where do we turn? Of course for a woman of faith, I obviously know that it's a God-sized hole that He is just waiting to fill up. I have been taught over the years that the hole was left as we stepped out of Eden because that perfect creation - man and woman - was marred by sin and separated from God. But now the separation has been filled by the sacrafice of Jesus and we are fully restored to that former glory. OK so even with all that esoteric knowledge, and really not just esoteric but something I believe deeply, I'm still left with the question. What is my passion, my longing? My longing for complete love is already filled by God and my passion is for experiencing that fully. But I do think He plants in us a passion for something outside of ourselves. For me, it's just there, under the surface, rumbling to get out but still unknown to me. I've been dead for so long in my life, my sorrow, my self-imposed busy-ness, that I've let it remain buried. But no more. Are others out there as determined as me to find their passion? I'm determined to find mine.